Qin Fengming and the two others sat around a stone table in the middle of the cave. With a wave of Wen Xinpeng's hand, a teapot and three jade cups appeared before them.
"Young Master Qin, the tea in this pot was brewed from the leaves of a ten-thousand-year-old Zhihong tea tree. It offers considerable benefits to cultivators like you and me. Young Master, have a taste and see how you find it."
Qin Fengming had little knowledge of the art of tea. However, with his attainments in alchemy, he knew of Zhihong tea trees. Although Zhihong tea trees could not be counted among spirit herbs or spirit fruits, there were few varieties of tea trees that could survive for over five thousand years.
Zhihong tea was an anomaly among teas. It was said that tea brewed from the leaves of a Zhihong tea tree several thousand years old was no different from tea made from ordinary trees. But if the leaves came from a Zhihong tea tree over ten thousand years old, the tea brewed from them would have a slight healing effect even on cultivators. Not only could it clear the mind and sharpen the eyes of those who drank it, it could also nourish a cultivator's spiritual sense.
Although this effect was not particularly pronounced, drinking it regularly for many years could undoubtedly cause a cultivator's spiritual sense to grow slightly. For that reason, many cultivators had crossed mountains and rivers in search of the leaves of a ten-thousand-year-old Zhihong tea tree, so they could use them to make tea.
"Mm, it truly lives up to its reputation. The moment I drank it, I felt a stream of light and nimble energy rush straight into my sea of consciousness. It does seem to have some efficacy."
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